BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER!

[chheered]

LIVING DEAD GIRL.

a study in: mental health , body dysmorphia , broken homes , resurrection , high school tropes , popularity , challenged faith , high kicks and pyramids , not being okay.

an independent and highly private chrissy cunningham of stranger things. a heavily dark horror potrayal , canon divergant and headcanon based. mutuals only.

rescued by mango. 30+. they / them.

" she came back wrong.

there is something wrong with chrissy cunningham. "

[chheered]

I'm sorry that I've basically disappeared. I haven't liked how I've been feeling as of late. Feelings of being replaced due to many things has brought back old wounds and I hate myself for feeling like this. I love you all.

[chheered]

the blood is what drew her here in this spot in the first place. a never ending hungry that consumed her soul. the taste of it in the air - the need of it. the need to mangle and tear to satisfy a creature buried within her once broken body. one that you could thank for her resurrection. chrissy cunningham was supposed to be dead. but here she stood , hungry and aching. a silent screeching inside her that only she could hear-- it drove her mad.

it was a shift - a snap of personality.

she didn't flinch nor gasp at the bared fangs. so bitter-- she could taste the venom from his words. it caused a laughter to come from her , a hand placed to her mouth--- cold and wicked. "please. don't spare my delicate sensibilities." a sarcastic tone in return , her songbird voice darkened. after all-- a monster could see a monster. steps closer in crimson soaked white sneakers , cold eyes examining the bodies he had left in his wake. a pity. none left alive to play with-- well now she was just disappointed.

her nose scrunched up before hands placed on her hips ; clothed in checkered pattern skirt. crystal hues fluttered upwards back at him. "are you gonna be a good doggy and eat them or shall i give them to my dog?" they couldn't leave the mangled bodies like this. no documented animal could do this. they couldn't blame it on a bear because there were no fucking bears in this sorry excuse for a town.

she'd have to feed her demodog anyway. much like she did with her own kills. "this is a mess. you are gonna get caught." a hum before her hip swayed to the side. "unlike you- i could just..." her face softened, her hand coming up to place on her breasts before a shaken sob came from her. "please , mr cop , i don't know what happened. it must have been a bear...i'm so-so scared." false tears fell down her cheeks as the innocent act preceded until a burst of laughter replaced the crocodile tears.

[inkfng]

                         it started off as one or two kills. hunters that still found the need to kill off his kind. to make the wolves seem like the bad guys of the book. the villainess. the monsters that lurked in the dark awaiting the red hood. if they wanted a monster he was willing to give them one. his change came too easily to him now. that blood that seeped off his tongue , dripping down his chest. that ache to tear into flesh and gnaw bone. to break the sanity of human nature & tear down the walls so wolves could rule the earth again. he wanted to become the worst villain in the book. he wanted to be the villain that won , that destroyed them all.

no light was left in that soul of his , if he ever had one. the berserker finally broke his mind & tore through his flesh. it no longer whispered evil into his ear. they were both understanding , they were one. without the berserker he would be powerless , just a mask. & without him the berserker would be dead. ─── at first the blood that covered his hands felt so wrong. until the warmth & dripping ache begun to feel so right. he tried to hide it the best he could. to save those that still remained close to the once power hero that deemed himself as protector.

no more , he was THE MONSTER.

jaw tightened as his eyes rolled at her words. a hiss almost escaping as he begun to peel back on clothing. neck rolling to crack joints back into place. shoulders rolling to snap. the feeling of his spine coming back together , completed made him sigh in relief. as if someone shattered his body into the table then put the pieces back together. but better. he was no longer the child afraid of his own shadow. he was the man that stood in the lights of danger & screamed at the gods to throw a harder punch. ‘ shut the fuck up before i rip that pretty mouth of yours right off your fucking face. ’ his tone bitter , cold edged & ready to bite.

nose scrunching still at the smell that wafted off. hair on his nape sending shivers at the feeling of something else wrong. play with her. the voice purred into his ear , wanting to make a friend that shared the same talent of blood lust. his gaze shifted to the mess , scarred brow quirking. it could be easily dealt with ─── with or without her. tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth in a sharp click as cerulean gaze shifted to look back at the broken cheerleader. maybe making a new friend wasn't the worst idea. ‘ are you gonna keep staring at me or . . . did you want a bite ? ’

[chheered]

"so you think I'm pretty?" It was an echoed voice, a smile stretched across her face that seemed unnatural in the dim of moonlight, like a wide fanged mouthed changling had taken her place. but she just stood there , hands held behind her back as she rocked back and forth-- back and forth on the heels of her feet. if you asked her , she'd admit that there was no light left in her. that pure innocence that made chrissy cunningham the queen of hawkins , the princess. no. it was mangled and twisted into a blood covered shell. play with me. it was like the monster called out to him , an invisible claw reaching out towards him to take. a friend - a kinship. she'd killed all her friends , wandering the darkened streets. she didn't have a home anymore... people thought her dead , buried nicely in the graveyard.

his offer made crystal hues flicker down to the bloodies, mouth practically watering. she was rather hungry... her weakened state having made recent killings rather-- tedious. black veins appeared over porcelain and an unnatural snap of her wrist as jittered movements was taken forward ( as if a corpse. )

falling to her knees ; hands dug into mangled muscle and flesh before devoring hungrily. a throw of her head backward as blood dripped from her mouth ( and slowly from the tear duct of her eyes. ) she felt the hunger lesser to a dull ache , slowly feeding as she watched the trees sway in the wind , clouds passing moon. Had it always been this calm? Or were the voices just loud.

She felt a sickness overcome her and her head snapped forward before hands dropped the pieces in her hands. still so weak , a wince before she looked up at him. "it's spoiled already... cold.." the back of her arm slowly wiped the blood from her lips , smearing. was it so obvious that she was so weakened? she couldn't stand before a groan left her. "this town has grown... suspicious." she began. "I think it's best if we both move on to greener pastures."

[ohisms]

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

[deamazed]

GONE GIRL RP PROMPT. from the film.

when i think of my wife, i always think of her head.

the primal questions of a marriage: what are you thinking? how are you feeling?

what have we done to each other?

pour me a bourbon, would you?

what’s up, jitters?

it’s a bad day.

i’m so crazy, stupid happy!

whose beer am i drinking?

what’s your type?

i prefer men who are funny, not ‘funny’.

that’s code for 'i hate strong women’.

what type are you?

so tell me. who are you?

you know i have to kiss you now.

i would be a fool to let you walk through a sugar storm unkissed.

go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis: some wood for you, bitch!

you are way too into that cat.

we understand there are concerns about your wife/husband/partner?

i’m not someone who hits the panic button but — it’s weird, right?

you mind if we look around?

it’s our anniversary.

i remember these books.

now you can say you came. and in 10 minutes, we’ll leave.

perfect. time for a quick tour of all my failings.

i love your parents, but they can be assholes.

people want to hear from you.

i thought that’d be embarrassing.

i love having strangers pick at my scabs.

i am here in a strictly journalistic capacity.

you challenge me.

and — fun fact for our readers — you have a world class vagina.

my colleagues inform me that as yet, you are not married. isn’t it time we fixed that?

he’s just playing with his phone. playing, like… tetris.

if this girl doesn’t show up… this could get out of hand.

let’s stay on our toes.

given the scene in the house and given our spike in violent crime of late, we’re going to take this very, very seriously.

sorry. i felt like i was in a law and order episode for a second. bum-BUM.

is she kinda… standoffish?… ivy league?

i have zero reception.

sir, don’t take that tone with me.

stupid, dumb bitch.

he’s always been a misogynist asshole.

everyone told us — and told us, and told us — marriage is hard work.

abandon all hope, ye who enter.

technically, we’re supposed to fuck at the next stop.

we’ve never fucked in a bookstore.

i dragged you into the ladies’ room on our second date.

books, sex, bourbon. life is good.

sometimes i want to punch us in the face, we’re so cute.

i don’t need a lawyer.

everyone knows “complicated” is code for bitch.

just because i don’t love her, doesn’t mean i don’t care about her. i’m really scared.

you want to look like you’ve been up all night.

that’s a weird thing to say.

when you’re upset, you bottle it up. you can seem… angry… like —

great. i’ll try to balance on the exact edge of your emotional razor.

i knew you shouldn’t have moved back here.

we care about her. we love her, and we want her back.

we filed a restraining order.

it’ll help us track her movements before she disappeared - where she went, who she might’ve seen…

maybe i’ll teach you a thing or two.

i think i’ve done a pretty good job.

let’s swear we will never be like them.

we have each other — everything else is background noise.

this is where you say 'everything else is background noise’.

i come by once a week, make sure the place hasn’t burnt down.

picture me: i’m a girl who is very bad. i need to be punished, and by punished, i mean had.

open the door, and look alive.

want to test your marriage for weak spots? add one recession. subtract two jobs.

i felt like i needed to shoot something.

right, i forgot. you can give your parents $879,000 without asking me, but god forbid i buy legend of zelda without your permission.

that’s the basic tenet of a prenup, right?

why are you throwing that in my face again?

i don’t know how to not have a job.

now, i’m beholden to you.

suddenly, i knew everything was about to get worse.

oh look, he’s being a good guy so we can all see him be a good guy.

you really don’t like him.

you have to keep up your strength.

i’m asking you nicely - please delete that photo.

you can’t share that with anyone.

it looked like you were having fun.

this place literally smells like faeces.

i’m going to go benadryl myself to sleep.

i feel like i could disappear.

i’ve been so worried about you.

you gotta pick up when i call you — where the hell have you been?!

can you at least say you love me?

i love you. but, sweetheart, we have to be real careful right now.

you told me i needed to have my own life.

i need you. now. touch me.

did you leave a pair of red panties in my office? lacy?

i’ll have to check my red-panty inventory.

you told me you were going to get a divorce.

never say that out loud again.

i don’t want to fight. i just want to be with you.

he uses me for sex when he wants. otherwise, i don’t exist.

last night, i went from desperate to pathetic.

do our code: no bullshit.

a child is not a hobby.

we could have had this fight four hours ago.

you’re really going to walk out now?! you’re such a coward!

someone should burn this place.

you fucking asshole. you liar. you fucking lied to my fucking face.

you’ve been lying to me for over a year.

god, it’s so fucking small. you’re a liar and a cheat.

i thought writers hated cliches.

wah, boohoo, i got laid off. guess i’ll fuck a 20-year-old.

i can’t figure out what the fuck they mean.

are they supertwat’s?

we’re dealing with a 20-year-old who isn’t sure where she leaves her undies.

free spirit is code for stupid.

just because the guy isn’t weeping, doesn’t mean he’s not hurting.

the hallmark of a sociopath is lack of empathy.

are you trying to tell me that this photo is remotely in the realm of acceptable behaviour?

a picture is worth a thousand words. ever heard that phrase?

i’m so sick of being picked apart by women.

for valentine’s day, i thought i’d buy a gun.

i’m being paranoid. crazy. i’d just sleep better with a gun.

if someone were staging a crime scene, why mop up blood?

a pool of blood and no body suggests homicide.

why have you kept this stuff? it’s like a little box of hate.

you know how hard it is to make a murder case without a body? it’s incredibly difficult. so i want one last thing… i want a body.

sometimes, the way he looks at me? this man of mine may kill me.

i’m so much happier now that i’m dead.

he took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money.

he took and took from me until i no longer existed. that’s murder. let the punishment fit the crime.

to fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline.

america loves pregnant women. as if it’s so hard to spread your legs.

you know what is hard? faking a pregnancy.

you need to bleed. you need to clean.

men always use 'cool girl’ as the defining compliment, don’t they?

go ahead! cum on me! i don’t mind, i’m cool girl.

i waited years for the pendulum to swing the other way — for men to read jane austen and make out while we leer.

i will admit: for someone who likes to win, it’s tempting to be the girl every guy wants.

for him, i was willing to try.

i wax-stripped my pussy raw and blew him regularly.

i forged the man of my dreams.

he actually expected me to love him unconditionally.

he doesn’t get to fucking win.

grown-ups work for things. grown-ups pay. grown-ups suffer consequences.

fucking crazy bitch.

she’s framing me for her murder.

you are married to a psychopath.

your problem is just beginning.

does missouri have the death penalty?

as long as you don’t own a python and blast death metal at 4am, we’re gonna be best friends.

that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard.

are you laughing me out of your building?

this is why i have a $100,000 retainer — because i win unwinnable cases.

so far, this is a he-said-she-said.

i haven’t had a date in almost a decade because if a girl googles me? bye-bye.

if i could make up a girl, this would be the fucking girl.

she framed you with the ties you wouldn’t wear.

can you imagine being almost 30 years old and never having had anything go wrong for you?

i’m serious. i will not say a word against that girl.

i can’t imagine what she’s got in store for you.

that’s life, baby.

the whole thing just feels… easy. like finding an envelope marked CLUE.

ever heard that phrase - the simplest answer is often correct?

whatever the hell they found, we have to assume it’s very bad.

he’s nice because he wants to fuck you.

i’m not sad. i’m angry.

i was going to kill myself. can you believe that?

why should i die? i’m not the asshole.

it’s a ticking time bomb. you gotta throw yourself on it.

a guy admitting he’s a giant asshole? people love that stuff.

looks like you’ve done a good job.

where’s the money, sweetheart?

you’ve hiding. i don’t know why, and i don’t care.

i don’t think you’ve ever really been hit.

next place, be more careful, okay? lot of people out there worse than us.

every time you look smug or annoyed or tense, i’m going to hit you with a jellybean.

why are you so good to me?

why is it that when i need someone to save me, i always think of you?

oh my god. you little slut.

she’s the girl with the giant cum-on-me tits.

come. you’re staring at ghosts.

seriously, i can’t believe how fucking good you were.

you are so good to me. and i am so exhausted.

you’ll be very safe. i won’t let you get away again.

you scared me. don’t do that. i need to feel safe.

you were never under my thumb.

you are the best person i have ever known.

they disliked me, they liked me, they hated me, and now they love me.

whenever you said something stupid, i thought 'maybe he’s just stupid’. i was wrong.

none of this is mine - none of this was put here by me.

i need some time to think.

that’s the last thing you need.

i’m not going to force myself on you.

i just want you to be you again.

my defence is the truth.

want to play a little true or false?

you thought quinoa was a fish?

you fucking bitch.

it’s an insane story.

don’t blame yourself.

you must’ve bled quite a bit there.

how’d she get the box cutter if she was always tied up?

stop pretending.

i just said what you wanted to hear.

that’s how well you know me! you know me in your marrow.

take off your clothes.

you’re a murderer.

i’m a fighter. i fought my way back to you.

you begged for me to save your life. and i obliged.

the media will destroy you.

give it the night. sleep on it.

was there ever a baby?

if two people love each other and can’t make it work, that’s the real tragedy.

kiss my cheek. now.

you can’t live in the same house as that spider.

mess with it, they’ll come looking for blood.

we had the national spotlight on us, and we stained the rug.

i swear to god, you two are the most fucked-up people i’ve ever known. and i specialise in fucked up.

i’m the definition of 'at risk’.

remember: don’t turn your back.

i’d never hurt you. i do need you to participate though. that’s fair, right?

tell the truth and shame the devil.

fuck it. let everyone take sides.

i love tests.

we are toxic. we complete each other in the sickest possible way.

you think you could ever be with a nice, normal woman?

i complete you. i’m the only one who can.

stay with me and i will make you happy. you know i can. i’ve killed for you.

you’re breaking my heart.

what have we done to each other? what will we do?

[chheered]

you open your bedroom door and see michael myers (eddie, in the mask) standing there. what do you do?

she stabs him.

[spehllman]

' STOP! ' she exclaims, cheeks warming at chrissy's comment. ' you're incorrigible, can't take you anywhere. ' she shakes her head with a smile.

[chheered]

"ahoy , sabrina!!!" she was trying to do her best steve impression but it was failing. "i look stupid in this outfit and i got no rizz!"

[chheered]

“I’ve made a huge mistake.”

"what's wrong max? are you okay?" she asked her softly , sitting down beside her with a worried expression on her face. "do i have to kill someone?" you'd think it was a joke... but it wasn't.

[chheered]

BLOOD FORGED / / BLOOD FIEND VERSE.

i watched you change ; it's like you never had wings ! ! !

featuring @inkfng

with the disconnection from the upside down. the monster inside of her should have died but it instead twisted and consumed. the smell of blood caused an ever ending hunger. a hunger to mangle and tear. for what had the world given her besides pain? and mangle and tear did she do ; alongside the side of kerr sinclair. they let the monsters consume and consume. but because the disconnection has weakened her , she relies on kerr to much. but with each feeding , she strengthens until she weakens again. perhaps finding a way to reconnect will put her at full strength? or will kerr throw her to the wolves like next weeks garbage? find out next week on : bitches hate the world and decided killing is the best option.

[chheered]

A RIPPER BRIDE. / / VICTORIAN ERA VERSE.

don't know if you love me or if you want me dead ! ! !

featuring @prettybrawler

`the cunninghams and the byrones have had their families futures planned from the start. a blushing bride and an eager groom was to be their plan. but only meeting the eve of their wedding certainly dampers spirits ; especially with the young christina cunningham. but does the groom know that she has a bloody secret? the reason why she sneaks off in the late of the night? why she comes back covered in crimson upon white nightgowns? can he live with a copycat jack the ripper in his bed? or will he become another victim?

[spehllman]

@chheered continued from here.

' YOU TALK ABOUT MINE LIKE THAT. but yes, until such a day comes when i get to ride that man like a carousel horse, i will continue to objectify him. ' listen, she'll deny it forever, but the hawaiian shirts just do something to her.

[chheered]

"disgusting! i don't need the image of someone sexing my brother!!" can she help that she objectifies eddie? nope. and she's not gonna apologize.

[chheered]

i can't sleep... so ya'll that have verses with me have to deal with my annoying ass making verse shit.

[hellboys]

LEO’S 2K CELEBRATION ➜ @talesfromthecrypts

tiffany valentine in BRIDE OF CHUCKY 1998 | dir. ronny yu

[prettybrawler]

RIGHT, HE WAS A LORD NOW. the only recognized heir of the bryone legacy now that his father had been disowned and expelled from his grandfathers will. his mothers family was paid off for their silence, their daughter forever stuck in the inescapable nightmare of having to be married to a byrone. like love, marriage was a fairytale sold to the masses under the guise of piety. it was a trap—for her as well as he. finally hearing the small tinkling of her laughter, a little shine back in her eyes, he hoped she would free herself long before they made it to the alter. a better man might have told her so, he wasnt the better man.

" give me the word and we can see how fast he runs, " the blonde hummed with a mischievous smirk, a daring look in his blue eyes. he wanted her to say yes, to help him find a bottle of wine and whisk her away to the gardens, the kitchen, anywhere far away from— a pair of unfamiliar hands held his face like a child. strangely enough he hadnt imagined it would be the elder cunningham. he had only met her once before though he hadnt known he was being assessed until she had left. he only gave her a pleasantly amused smile, having been used to fluttering older women now.

the sharpness of 'now' reminded him why caed didnt particularly like his soon to be mother in law. none the less. the lord pulled away from the womans grasp graciously, offering his open hand to the other. " oh yes, dancing, thats what we're here to do. how could i forget while we were getting to know each other, " he said. the sarcasm wasnt so evident that it was rude, woven into his easy smile and honey baritone with practice. lady cunningham have him a disapproving look none the less.

he leaned down so only she could hear, " would you like to dance with me? " it was informal yet spoken with intent. he didnt not ask her to have this dance with him, he wanted to know if she would like to.

[chheered]

as much as she would have enjoyed mr. carmin struggling to keep up with them as they dashed through the halls of the cunningham manor , she had no time to answer when he mother was upon them. keeping tabs as usual ; making sure she wasn't running off into the night. making she she wasn't mingling with ' lesser ' people. but it was the smile that dared to flutter across her softened features at the look of her mother at the sarcasm that dripped from his lips. oh--she didn't like that but she didn't speak on the manner. but christina did--

crystal hues blinked as he leaned in , words dancing into her ears before a nod was given. if only to please her mother and get away from her for the time being. maybe a marriage would be nice-- if only to get away. but knowing her mother-- there wouldn't be peace with her constant visiting.

it was a lead to the center of the ballroom , guests parting for the bride and groom. god above - those words were so unnatural to her. it made her stomach churn for just a moment but it was the distance closed before a soft exhale left her ; hand placed gently on his shoulder , other outstretched to receive his. a waltz to please the gossips and the expectations of her parents.

[inkfng]

@chheered how badly do you want to pet a demon ?

                         crimson dripped fangs laced with the venom of absolute chaos. destruction. a menace to society. uprooting his very sanity ─── so close to breaking. powerful jaws crunching down onto bone tearing away at flesh. they were not innocent , they were hunters. & they shot first. always make sure your target can die before pulling the trigger on a beast big enough to snap you in one single bite. oh the beast was hungry & how how did he feed. madness was slipping right over the cracks the sound of someone coming closer shattered his bones & formed man. his head rolling side to side as he cracked neck. black ichor eyes slowly forming back to their bright glowing cerulean.

as the smell drew closer , he knew it was chrissy. jaw tightening with a growl & curse of breath. turning to meet the eyes of a blood fiend far more worse than himself. tongue peeking from behind lips as saliva & crimson dribbled down chest. gaze shifting to the bodies around him , five to be exact. every single one barely a piece left. his berserker was needy ─── & it was a hunger need he couldn't deny anymore. tongue rolled against the roof of his mouth making a sharp click. leaning down to shred fabric away from the scraps wrapping it around himself. hands brushing through curls of tawny gaze locking back to the cursed. ‘ would you believe if i said i was bitten by a radioactive wolf when i was five ? ’ the tone bitter & sarcastic. nose scrunching as he bared fangs.

[chheered]

the blood is what drew her here in this spot in the first place. a never ending hungry that consumed her soul. the taste of it in the air - the need of it. the need to mangle and tear to satisfy a creature buried within her once broken body. one that you could thank for her resurrection. chrissy cunningham was supposed to be dead. but here she stood , hungry and aching. a silent screeching inside her that only she could hear-- it drove her mad.

it was a shift - a snap of personality.

she didn't flinch nor gasp at the bared fangs. so bitter-- she could taste the venom from his words. it caused a laughter to come from her , a hand placed to her mouth--- cold and wicked. "please. don't spare my delicate sensibilities." a sarcastic tone in return , her songbird voice darkened. after all-- a monster could see a monster. steps closer in crimson soaked white sneakers , cold eyes examining the bodies he had left in his wake. a pity. none left alive to play with-- well now she was just disappointed.

her nose scrunched up before hands placed on her hips ; clothed in checkered pattern skirt. crystal hues fluttered upwards back at him. "are you gonna be a good doggy and eat them or shall i give them to my dog?" they couldn't leave the mangled bodies like this. no documented animal could do this. they couldn't blame it on a bear because there were no fucking bears in this sorry excuse for a town.

she'd have to feed her demodog anyway. much like she did with her own kills. "this is a mess. you are gonna get caught." a hum before her hip swayed to the side. "unlike you- i could just..." her face softened, her hand coming up to place on her breasts before a shaken sob came from her. "please , mr cop , i don't know what happened. it must have been a bear...i'm so-so scared." false tears fell down her cheeks as the innocent act preceded until a burst of laughter replaced the crocodile tears.

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@chheered said : ❛ my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own. ❜

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘. maybe she doesn't want him to worry, but he knows. the way she's carrying herself is... off. she has her moments when she seems like her past self, though there are plenty of times where things take a turn. even when she confesses this to him, it doesn't feel right. ashton isn't sure if he should believe it. he cares about her - so much so, and of course he wants to trust that she can be his. that the two of them can be fully happy with one another.

but as he has her face in his hands, as she speaks to him, his brow furrows as his eyes narrow. he swears that she's nearly tearing up, but it's unclear if she's overwhelmed by utter happiness... or sorrow for the fact that the two of them will never have something normal.

"you know i love you." his voice is quiet, almost distant. it's the truth, yet it's laced with caution. his fingers fall from her features. at least he doesn't step back. "but i'm worried about you, chrissy."

[chheered]

"worried about me? why would you be worried about me?" a pained smile crept across her face as a single tear rolled down her face. every time she was near him , the creature within was screaming. the powers inside him hurt them. it wanted to destroy him before it destroyed them. god... she cared about him. wanted to be his-- but she wanted to wrap her hands around his pretty throat.

"i love you so much." her voice was shaken , torn. please don't hurt him... please. he's my world. a silent plea inside a busy mind. don't make me hurt him.

[sugarfm]

jason loved chrissy, he had loved her for as far back as he could remember, she was one of the biggest parts of his life and he wanted to share it with her for a long time coming. once she'd come back, he'd hoped for everything to go back to the way it was before, but it hadn't. chrissy had changed, and he couldn't put a finger down on how exactly, he just knew the way she looked at him now frightened him, and he'd been trying to ignore the coldness in her touch, but it had affected him. "of course i love you." he let out a shaky breath, offering a weak smile as he looked up at eyes that were darker than before. "of course, you're in, chris. you've always been right here with me."

[chheered]

yes. love her... let her in. the monster inside could feel his anger-- could hear the distant memories of grief and anger. it was so delicious that she could taste it. her arms wrapped around his neck slowly , head tilting to the side. "don't you want to be with me forever? we can be.... just you and me.... we can take down this town... then the world." just an easy slip of darkness to brew darker.